Angela jumped from the bed. The huge prong dropped to the bed. Her naked son and almost naked daughter were in her room as lights and sirens blared. She moved to the monitor on the bedroom wall, switched it on, and saw four masked figures crossing the kitchen and coming up the stairs. She closed and locked the master bedroom door before turning to the bookcase in the walking wardrobe. She heard a blast at the door as it cracked but held as she pulled on the top of the “Chamber of Secrets” volume, and there was an audible click from behind.
Dean saw his mother pull the bookcase to the side, revealing an opening behind. Dean pushed his mom and his sister through the gap as they heard the crash as the bedroom door flung open. Shots and splinters were flying past his face as he pulled the bookcase closed in the nick of time.
Angela spun the large wheel, and they could hear the cogs turning inside the steel door. The cylinders ground into place, locking into the wall on each side of the opening. She stepped back from the doorway hearing four shots against the outside, but no evidence of penetration could be seen.
“It’s holding.” She said, still trembling.
“Dean!” Rebeca’s voice rang around the small steal box.
Dean began slumping to the floor. The blood was pumping from the hole just above his hip. Rebeca clutched him to her chest, sliding down the wall and cradling his head to her breasts. Angela pressed her palm over the wound, pushing hard to stem the flow. Blood oozed around her hand, so she pressed harder.
“Your shirt.”
“Here,” Rebeca said, removing her tee, leaving her breasts uncovered on each side of Dean’s head.
Angels folded the tee and pressed it to the hole, trying to keep her eyes off the huge cock inches from her fingers. He was hung, her son, and she couldn’t help being proud. But she wondered why the two of them were outside her door without much in the way of clothing. Then she looked at the video display and saw a message.
“Comms cut to the house. My chopper went down near Crow’s Peak. Hal is trapped. I’m trying to contact the authorities. Keep Dean alive until I get help. Allan.” Angle looked up to the camera in the corner and tried to smile and give it a thumbs up.
“Dad’s getting help.” She whispered to her son, kissing him on the cheek.
“Keep the pressure on this,” She said, pushing Rebeca’s panties from her hips and helping her wiggle them off.
She folded the panties and removed her hand briefly before pressing them to the back of the already-soaked shirt. She almost cried as the bleeding was not stopping, and she could already see his face going grey.
“Let his head go to the floor. I need to get his legs raised.” Angela ordered as Rebeca lowered his head gently to the concrete floor.
Angela got between his legs and lifted each one over her shoulders, sliding her butt forward until her pussy was pressed between his muscular thighs.
“Keep the pressure on the pad. Try not to move it.” Angela said as the colour came back to Dean’s face.
“Mom…” Rebeca started but couldn’t say the words.
“He is beautiful. Look at him, brave and handsome.” Angle said, tears welling.
“He was just saying the same thing about you.”
“What, with that thing in my….”
“You are stunning, Mom. Your beauty struck him as he passed your door.”
“And you couldn’t help yourself?”
“You didn’t see that thing full mast.”
“I saw,” Angela said, remembering him bursting through the door, his hard cock leading the way. “He takes after his father.”
“Dad’s is that big?”
The shirt and panties were both soaked through, but the blood had stopped leaking to the floor. They were now stuck in this position until medical help came to take over.
Allan began to send email messages to all his contacts in his list. After a frustratingly long time, there was a ping from his phone.
“This is some sort of joke?” Came the message from his secretary Jane who had worked for him for over ten years and thought she knew all his pranks.
“Thank God, Jane. Call the cops now! Gunmen are at the house, and Hal is trapped in the chopper halfway down Crows Peak. Someone is trying to kill us. I don’t know who or why but get the security company to flood the building. I don’t care what it costs.”
“Oh, shit. Allan are you Ok.” an email came back seconds later.
“I’m at the peak. I have a leg wound but Ok. Have you called the police?”
“I’m on the phone with them now. The kids?”
“In the safe room.”
“Thank God.”
Twenty minutes later, a rescue helicopter hovered over his position, but Allen pointed them toward the crash. He saw the chopper hovering and two men dropping down where wisps of smoke still drifted up from the downed aircraft. He watched the feed from the panic room as his family waited for rescue as the four figures outside stripped off the bookcase and fired shots at the metal door.
“Fuck you cunts. That door is two feet thick.” Allan said gleefully to a bird nesting on a nearby rock ledge.
There was a commotion outside as two patrol cars screeched to a stop on the circular driveway, and the doors flung open. The dark figures touched an earpiece and smashed out a picture window, dropping down the grass slope and into the forest behind.
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